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I hope you're having a splendid day :)
Currently interested in fantasy and sci-fi roleplays.
My discord is Mataus#3575 in case you need to contact me.
Currently interested in fantasy and sci-fi roleplays.
My discord is Mataus#3575 in case you need to contact me.
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I mean where is that one other person who can join xD
Where are all the people? Show yourselves!
Aparecium!
Aparecium!
Matt had nothing to do but wait and listen to his comms as their two scouts forged ahead to the crater. His mind wandered to through their trip. He had expected them to run into more monsters than they had. Everything seemed tranquil. Even the land was quite beautiful, despite the crater. If the world had never gone to hell, Matt would have loved to raise a family here, build a cabin. Perhaps, though, he wouldn't have wanted to live here. Perhaps, before the collapse, everything was polluted, destroyed. With a sickening thought, Matt realized that the monsters cleansed the world, gave them a new Earth to build on.
If they could take back their world then Humanity would have so many resources at their hands. Perhaps they could learn from the monsters, learn ways to rebuild a better Human Earth, but in a way that would allow them to prosper for ages to come, using the knowledge of the monsters to do so. They just had to defeat the Other first. Crackling comms brought his attention back to reality. Nathan had lost contact with them, it appeared.
Jake gave the order to follow in their scouts' footsteps and so they did. It was yet another quiet ride, the peace disturbed only by the empty Wild Men village. As they neared the crater Matt felt the air change, almost like there was a sort of power surging through it. It felt like being near a lightning strike, or that was the closest feeling that might describe it. Then the once molten rock showed up, melted into beautiful patterns. It was only when Matt dismounted and peered over the edge that Matt felt a shiver run through his body. There were so many of them, an army! "This is unreal," Matt said, his eyes now focusing on the glowing object. "Anyone have an idea what that is? Now that we can see it."
If they could take back their world then Humanity would have so many resources at their hands. Perhaps they could learn from the monsters, learn ways to rebuild a better Human Earth, but in a way that would allow them to prosper for ages to come, using the knowledge of the monsters to do so. They just had to defeat the Other first. Crackling comms brought his attention back to reality. Nathan had lost contact with them, it appeared.
Jake gave the order to follow in their scouts' footsteps and so they did. It was yet another quiet ride, the peace disturbed only by the empty Wild Men village. As they neared the crater Matt felt the air change, almost like there was a sort of power surging through it. It felt like being near a lightning strike, or that was the closest feeling that might describe it. Then the once molten rock showed up, melted into beautiful patterns. It was only when Matt dismounted and peered over the edge that Matt felt a shiver run through his body. There were so many of them, an army! "This is unreal," Matt said, his eyes now focusing on the glowing object. "Anyone have an idea what that is? Now that we can see it."
Matt returned to the Sky Hawk, where he changed into a new undershirt and pants so that he'd be able to get going quick. He went through his gear, refreshing his memory on the locations of everything. After that, he placed his SM8 and H8 near him and pulled his blanket over him. Nothing woke him until the alarm on his simple wristwatch went off, a soft, electronic chirp. He first checked the mini cameras which he had set, they didn't show anything. He wished he could bring them, but they didn't have the gear to power and use the cameras. Then Matt put all of his gear on, secured his hat, (a hex multicam baseball cap which had "Anselmo Pilot" written in black and gold letters on the front) rechecked the cameras, and went outside.
Once he had walked the perimeter several times he returned to the Sky Hawk, where Rig would be running diagnostics. "Hope you found that everything is sound. How's it looking, Rig?" He asked, his hands resting on the butt of the SM8, which was slung over his chest. He guessed that the turbulence wouldn't have caused too much trouble to the beast of a machine. Perhaps there would be a few loose/severed bolts from vibration, but he doubted there'd me many. Aviation bolts usually were secured by a vibration proof system. Either way, Rig would be the one to know.
Matt wasn't pleased to hear that they'd be leaving their ride, even if it was a good decision. When the word came that he'd be riding with Spook, on a Duvari, he slowly shook his head. That would be... interesting. Matt looked at the Duvari. It was Spook's turn drive, it appeared. "Spook you're up front, I've spent my life in the air, not on the ground."
On the way, while riding the Duvari, Matt had a few questions for Spook. "So, Spook. I have two questions for you: where'd the name Spook come from and why the sword?" He asked to take his mind off of being so vulnerable, even though he bet the Duvari was a beast.
Once they arrived, and the crater and the sound that was coming from within came into focus, Matt had to stare in awe. He could feel the energy in the air, almost like how it felt to be near a lightning strike. Then the crater lit up. His polarized shooting glasses didn't do much to block the light, and the young soldier found himself blinded for a moment. "Damn that's bright. What the hell could do that!" He shouted, as he looked away. He could only imagine how the Duvari with its heightened senses felt.
Then the orders were handed out and Isis and Nathan went to go scout. He looked down at his SM8. Matt could effectively engage at 200 meters. But that wouldn't be of too much help here, he could see. For now, all he could do was study the crater with his binos. Jake was right when he had said that something was wrong. "This place oozes trouble."
Once he had walked the perimeter several times he returned to the Sky Hawk, where Rig would be running diagnostics. "Hope you found that everything is sound. How's it looking, Rig?" He asked, his hands resting on the butt of the SM8, which was slung over his chest. He guessed that the turbulence wouldn't have caused too much trouble to the beast of a machine. Perhaps there would be a few loose/severed bolts from vibration, but he doubted there'd me many. Aviation bolts usually were secured by a vibration proof system. Either way, Rig would be the one to know.
Matt wasn't pleased to hear that they'd be leaving their ride, even if it was a good decision. When the word came that he'd be riding with Spook, on a Duvari, he slowly shook his head. That would be... interesting. Matt looked at the Duvari. It was Spook's turn drive, it appeared. "Spook you're up front, I've spent my life in the air, not on the ground."
On the way, while riding the Duvari, Matt had a few questions for Spook. "So, Spook. I have two questions for you: where'd the name Spook come from and why the sword?" He asked to take his mind off of being so vulnerable, even though he bet the Duvari was a beast.
Once they arrived, and the crater and the sound that was coming from within came into focus, Matt had to stare in awe. He could feel the energy in the air, almost like how it felt to be near a lightning strike. Then the crater lit up. His polarized shooting glasses didn't do much to block the light, and the young soldier found himself blinded for a moment. "Damn that's bright. What the hell could do that!" He shouted, as he looked away. He could only imagine how the Duvari with its heightened senses felt.
Then the orders were handed out and Isis and Nathan went to go scout. He looked down at his SM8. Matt could effectively engage at 200 meters. But that wouldn't be of too much help here, he could see. For now, all he could do was study the crater with his binos. Jake was right when he had said that something was wrong. "This place oozes trouble."
And if you want to be a seer or have a dude with a LMG/rocket launcher, you're super welcome! ;)
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Matt listened to the rest of the stories with a smirk. He felt a level of proudness; it was satisfying to hear that the Wild World couldn't beat these guys. Spook's story was especially notable, killing a Shredder with a melee weapon. That was something. It sounded like they had an overall sturdy group of people. He felt, foolishly, relatively safe.
The dinner call brought Matt to his feet. He went straight for the freshly caught and cooked meat, which he bet tasted as good as it smelled. "Thanks, Isis, Jake." Matt said as he carried the meat back to where he was sitting, near Rig. "I don't believe I've ever tasted Knossa," he said to no one in particular. After eating, he went into the S'awk and went through his gear, organizing it to be grabbed on the fly. He set his SM8 and H8 on the ground near him, then laid his bedroll down. He set down one 5.8x32mm HAP (hypersonic armor piercing) 45rd mag near the SM8, so he'd have 90 bullets (one mag in the gun and the one set out) to throw at something very quickly. Then he set down his survival pack next to the guns if they had to run. He would take his vest off when he went to sleep, which is the reason he made these precautions.
Once done, he picked the SM8 back up and went outside to where he had been sitting and began cleaning the large PDW. It came apart quite easily, being made up of three major parts which, once taken apart, would easily allow access to the rest of the gun's parts. He didn't have much to say so he listened in on the other conversations.
The dinner call brought Matt to his feet. He went straight for the freshly caught and cooked meat, which he bet tasted as good as it smelled. "Thanks, Isis, Jake." Matt said as he carried the meat back to where he was sitting, near Rig. "I don't believe I've ever tasted Knossa," he said to no one in particular. After eating, he went into the S'awk and went through his gear, organizing it to be grabbed on the fly. He set his SM8 and H8 on the ground near him, then laid his bedroll down. He set down one 5.8x32mm HAP (hypersonic armor piercing) 45rd mag near the SM8, so he'd have 90 bullets (one mag in the gun and the one set out) to throw at something very quickly. Then he set down his survival pack next to the guns if they had to run. He would take his vest off when he went to sleep, which is the reason he made these precautions.
Once done, he picked the SM8 back up and went outside to where he had been sitting and began cleaning the large PDW. It came apart quite easily, being made up of three major parts which, once taken apart, would easily allow access to the rest of the gun's parts. He didn't have much to say so he listened in on the other conversations.
Farther from the present. . .
Matt helped set up some tents and also threw up a couple cameras/motion sensors, which would be attached to a small monitor. Maybe it'd keep them alive. Maybe not. Worth a shot.
"Oh you know I'll do it again, sooner or later you'll find yourself wishing you never stepped foot in the S'awk." Matt said to Spook, probably the biggest hardass out of all of them. He had to laugh at Spook, she could handle monsters. But a little dive got her? Perhaps she was just making a bigger deal out of it than usual, or she really didn't like flying. She wouldn't be the first, and he wasn't going to give her any shit about it.
"No problem man, I'm here to make sure you're here," Matt replied to Rig, "and you're here to make sure I can keep us here. Little relationship we have going," he said with a laugh. Without a mechanic, long missions like this could turn bad fast. "As for what happened. I've never had it happen to me - this is a first. Honestly, it shook me a little, literally." Matt took a sip of water from his hydration pack. "Could you take a look at the ship's systems, wings, and engines? Any of those three could have been damaged by the... anomaly."
Matt laughed to himself about Nathan's behavior, nearly calling Jake "captain" or "sir" whenever he spoke. The guy was going to find himself in an interesting situation if he continued, he thought. Perhaps Nathan would give it up and bother someone else - even though Jake didn't seem to make a big deal of it. Jake did make a showing that he didn't like those titles. Matt wouldn't be surprised if there would be a butt chewing later on.
Closer to the present. . .
"Good luck Isis! Try not to die!" Matt yelled to Isis as she departed on a hunt. Some fresh meat would be welcome, but only if no one got hurt. That wasn't what they were here to do... but it could benefit them in the long-term. Reed decided it was worth some risk, Isis knew what she was doing. As long as nothing hunted the hunter.
Present. . .
"Fourth shift, got it. Maybe Rig here," he said, jabbing a thumb at Rig, "could take a look at the ship during my shift, that way he could ask me anything he needs to during his diagnosis." Matt said, answering Jake.
Matt looked into Spook's newly made fire, listening to the story about the Prowler. He really, truly wasn't sure what his largest kill was. He had killed a lot, from high in the air, with a lot of big bullets and the occasional missile. "I've killed a lot of Cat 3s, wounded some Cat 4s. Honestly, I'm not too sure, never stick around to find out if the creatures died. I have shot at a leviathan once, not that it did anything. In fact, I think it laughed at me."
A rustling brought him to attention. Well, rustling and grunting he had been hearing for awhile. He knew it was Isis a long time ago, and he went and helped her pull the kill in. "Yeah, I saw a stream before we set down, not twenty meters from the camp. That'll probably work for you."
Matt helped set up some tents and also threw up a couple cameras/motion sensors, which would be attached to a small monitor. Maybe it'd keep them alive. Maybe not. Worth a shot.
"Oh you know I'll do it again, sooner or later you'll find yourself wishing you never stepped foot in the S'awk." Matt said to Spook, probably the biggest hardass out of all of them. He had to laugh at Spook, she could handle monsters. But a little dive got her? Perhaps she was just making a bigger deal out of it than usual, or she really didn't like flying. She wouldn't be the first, and he wasn't going to give her any shit about it.
"No problem man, I'm here to make sure you're here," Matt replied to Rig, "and you're here to make sure I can keep us here. Little relationship we have going," he said with a laugh. Without a mechanic, long missions like this could turn bad fast. "As for what happened. I've never had it happen to me - this is a first. Honestly, it shook me a little, literally." Matt took a sip of water from his hydration pack. "Could you take a look at the ship's systems, wings, and engines? Any of those three could have been damaged by the... anomaly."
Matt laughed to himself about Nathan's behavior, nearly calling Jake "captain" or "sir" whenever he spoke. The guy was going to find himself in an interesting situation if he continued, he thought. Perhaps Nathan would give it up and bother someone else - even though Jake didn't seem to make a big deal of it. Jake did make a showing that he didn't like those titles. Matt wouldn't be surprised if there would be a butt chewing later on.
Closer to the present. . .
"Good luck Isis! Try not to die!" Matt yelled to Isis as she departed on a hunt. Some fresh meat would be welcome, but only if no one got hurt. That wasn't what they were here to do... but it could benefit them in the long-term. Reed decided it was worth some risk, Isis knew what she was doing. As long as nothing hunted the hunter.
Present. . .
"Fourth shift, got it. Maybe Rig here," he said, jabbing a thumb at Rig, "could take a look at the ship during my shift, that way he could ask me anything he needs to during his diagnosis." Matt said, answering Jake.
Matt looked into Spook's newly made fire, listening to the story about the Prowler. He really, truly wasn't sure what his largest kill was. He had killed a lot, from high in the air, with a lot of big bullets and the occasional missile. "I've killed a lot of Cat 3s, wounded some Cat 4s. Honestly, I'm not too sure, never stick around to find out if the creatures died. I have shot at a leviathan once, not that it did anything. In fact, I think it laughed at me."
A rustling brought him to attention. Well, rustling and grunting he had been hearing for awhile. He knew it was Isis a long time ago, and he went and helped her pull the kill in. "Yeah, I saw a stream before we set down, not twenty meters from the camp. That'll probably work for you."
Back into time. . .
Matt watched Bastet in shocked silence. Would he have to fly a mission with that thing? Sure he had flown them to Treehouse, but now he would have to deal with Bastet during a high importance mission... Bastet, a beast which could not be caged, it seemed."I agree with Jake, why the hell did you lock it up? Better off letting it on its own. Probably more calm like that." Matt said about the Duvari.
Forward into time. . .
Being the first to be ready to go, Matt took a small lesson on how to fly the Sky Hawk. He had flown so many aircraft before that he was already familiar with most of the controls, and the rest he learned easily. He took it for a test flight, in which nothing happened, meaning he was cleared to fly the craft. The guys who rebuilt the Sky Hawk were there and gave him a manual for their mechanic, which Matt was sure Rig would appreciate. After all was said and done, Matt went to find Rig.
"Yo Rig, they gave me this manual on the craft. Doubt someone with your skills will need it, but here you go," he said, handing him the thick manual. "I flipped through it, didn't understand half of it." He added with a grin, "that's why we have you eh?"
Father into time. . .
Matt climbed into the cockpit of the phenomenal craft which already held most of his teammates. They seemed pretty calm... the calm before the storm. He shuddered, running through his preflight checks. All read green, as he expected from a craft such as this, and the tower gave him the go ahead. "Alright crew, this is your captain speaking. Take off in ten." Ten seconds later, he brought the S'awk into the air slowly, swung the front around, and thrust off to their destination. "ETA is a few hours. Get some rest fellas."
The flight went smoothly and he enjoyed the scenery which never seemed to get old. He probably had seen more monsters than most people alive. Luckily he wasn't a Ranger, or he was sure he'd be dead. He didn't know how these guys could keep going back out there, over and over, and stay alive. A beep brought his focus back to reality. His helmet's HUD showed clear skies as the report came in, however, that wasn't the case. Turbulence slammed the ship, turbulence from a storm which would have grounded aircraft, even those on a rescue mission. Only, there wasn't a storm. Jake's voice crackled in his ear and he answered it with a shout, "no idea! there's nothing around us!" He changed the comms to shipwide, "hold on everyone! Entering a dive!" The nose of the craft lowered to an eighty-degree tilt and then took off. A few seconds later the turbulence ended and Matt brought leveled the craft in a high G maneuver.
Matt spotted a rocky clearing in the large trees and set them down there. He lowered the cargo ramp and extended the solar sails. Without a word he swapped his flight helmet for his combat helmet with a HUD and grabbed his other gear, as well as his SM8. Once done, he went to help set up camp.
Matt watched Bastet in shocked silence. Would he have to fly a mission with that thing? Sure he had flown them to Treehouse, but now he would have to deal with Bastet during a high importance mission... Bastet, a beast which could not be caged, it seemed."I agree with Jake, why the hell did you lock it up? Better off letting it on its own. Probably more calm like that." Matt said about the Duvari.
Forward into time. . .
Being the first to be ready to go, Matt took a small lesson on how to fly the Sky Hawk. He had flown so many aircraft before that he was already familiar with most of the controls, and the rest he learned easily. He took it for a test flight, in which nothing happened, meaning he was cleared to fly the craft. The guys who rebuilt the Sky Hawk were there and gave him a manual for their mechanic, which Matt was sure Rig would appreciate. After all was said and done, Matt went to find Rig.
"Yo Rig, they gave me this manual on the craft. Doubt someone with your skills will need it, but here you go," he said, handing him the thick manual. "I flipped through it, didn't understand half of it." He added with a grin, "that's why we have you eh?"
Father into time. . .
Matt climbed into the cockpit of the phenomenal craft which already held most of his teammates. They seemed pretty calm... the calm before the storm. He shuddered, running through his preflight checks. All read green, as he expected from a craft such as this, and the tower gave him the go ahead. "Alright crew, this is your captain speaking. Take off in ten." Ten seconds later, he brought the S'awk into the air slowly, swung the front around, and thrust off to their destination. "ETA is a few hours. Get some rest fellas."
The flight went smoothly and he enjoyed the scenery which never seemed to get old. He probably had seen more monsters than most people alive. Luckily he wasn't a Ranger, or he was sure he'd be dead. He didn't know how these guys could keep going back out there, over and over, and stay alive. A beep brought his focus back to reality. His helmet's HUD showed clear skies as the report came in, however, that wasn't the case. Turbulence slammed the ship, turbulence from a storm which would have grounded aircraft, even those on a rescue mission. Only, there wasn't a storm. Jake's voice crackled in his ear and he answered it with a shout, "no idea! there's nothing around us!" He changed the comms to shipwide, "hold on everyone! Entering a dive!" The nose of the craft lowered to an eighty-degree tilt and then took off. A few seconds later the turbulence ended and Matt brought leveled the craft in a high G maneuver.
Matt spotted a rocky clearing in the large trees and set them down there. He lowered the cargo ramp and extended the solar sails. Without a word he swapped his flight helmet for his combat helmet with a HUD and grabbed his other gear, as well as his SM8. Once done, he went to help set up camp.
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